Two Deliverances

The icons cluttering your bureau
Are eyeing me as I walk in
Your guardians are present in here
And I trust that they have always been

Hiding somewhere in your closet
Collecting moisture from your face
Your secret world speaks without words
And I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place

But if I want them too
Will they speak to me soon?
In a language ripe for my listening?
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
The refracted light keeps glistening

A drapery of clashing fabrics
In every corner of your room
They hung like lace
On the whitewashed face
Of the walls that are begging you to move
And leave the things that hold a history
As if they're present in your will
A brand new place, few miles away
But I just wasn't sure I was staying still

But if you choose this too
It's an honest move
And I guess that it makes
For no differences
There's a gleam of blue
From a cold night's moon
Just a touch too soon
Two deliverances

Ooh-ooh-ooh

On an empty panel floor
I lie here for communion
Just waiting for one more
But in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon
What am I supposed to do?
What was I supposed to do?
And if I want them too
Will they come to me soon?
Will they fluctuate
Between midnight and past noon?
Was kind of banking on a future
That'd be involving you
But I couldn't ask this of you
I couldn't ask this

Ooh-ooh-ooh

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
That I got from rubbing elbows with a
Sharpened edge

But if I choose this too
Does it count as my move?
I can't drop my history
Just to become new
Now I'm swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
But I couldn't ask this of you
I couldn't ask this

Ooh-ooh-ooh